These eleven days of summer
I have called you
you always come when I call you
but I don't hear your feet
we swallowed up the river
but still we never found you
the season came and it drowned you
in sorrow and in heat
oh, what's happening?
call it the nation's,
call it the nation's war
oh, it's happening
this morning we woke up
this morning we woke up old
I could feel your breathing
your healing heart was beating
but now my head is beating
like the clapper of a bell
the fireworks are funny
the duds fall in the water
fizzling like futures
the hissing sound of hell
oh, what's happening?
call it the nation's,
call it the nation's war
oh, it's happening
this morning we woke up
this morning we woke up old
from here the days get shorter
tireless, but older
come on, let's get older
and keep our hands held down
oh, what's happening?
call it the nation's,
call it the nation's war
oh, it's happening
this morning we woke up
this morning we woke up old
I have called you
you always come when I call you
but I don't hear your feet
but still we never found you
the season came and it drowned you
in sorrow and in heat
call it the nation's,
call it the nation's war
oh, it's happening
this morning we woke up
this morning we woke up old
your healing heart was beating
but now my head is beating
like the clapper of a bell
the duds fall in the water
fizzling like futures
the hissing sound of hell
call it the nation's,
call it the nation's war
oh, it's happening
this morning we woke up
this morning we woke up old
tireless, but older
come on, let's get older
and keep our hands held down
call it the nation's,
call it the nation's war
oh, it's happening
this morning we woke up
this morning we woke up old
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